The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-01-07

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lishment was preferable to an Ameri-
can one and less difficult to arrange.
The rich Americans, as she knew,
were too uncertain of their own status
to be ready to make what their aristo-
cratic connections would consider
mesallIances. Titles for ClariSsa and
Jennie would make all things easy, and
in time she might, with such prestige,
even come to glare at Mrs. Cadwallader
Smythe at the Assembly ball, where
the elect of Philadelphia gathers, at
whose portal she stood, like Moore's
Peri, 'disconsolate."
Mrs. Atkinson had acquired a haugh-
ty bearing, studied from Miss Morant's
Russian countess in The D~anicheffs."
She was plump and rosy and imposing,
with white hair a la Mime. de Pompa-
dour. She seemed to be a great lady
until she opened her mouth.
Clarissa and Jennie had become, like
their father, unwilling slaves to splen-
dor. But they had acquired a knowl-
edge of the peerage, and they knew
the pedigree of the new British minis
ter to the remotest q~uartering. 1t was
kind for the family to ask me to spend
two weeks at their house outside Of
Georgetown, because it is not often
that families of such quality remember
their acquaintance of the past. |
went, and when dear old Mr.. Atkinson
met me with a brougham at the station
my heart sank. Riches had aged my
old friend; splendor had withered him;
the finger which held the immense seal
ring bearing his coat-of-arms was thin
and trembling. There was more
wrinkles in his face than under the
grapevine arbor. His eyes was restless,
but he greeted me with the old-time
~cordiality. The brougham cushions
were heavily cented with heliotrope, q
large crest-a lion couchant-was en-
broidered everywhere. There were
two men on the box. One of them, a
short, stout, administered parsonage.
in a brown coat, came down and spoke
to Mr.. Atkinson.
you will not mind seeing to MI.
Fitzpatrick's baggage, will you, Ludo-
vicP You'll see his name on the bags
Nh. Gerald Fitzpatrick"
The man turned his rudy face to-
ward me, and smiled out of a pair of
the most shrewd and humorous eyes /
ever saw.
''Sure, sir. you're an Irshman; you
have the look of it; and an Irish gen.
tleman, too"
I'm very near to being an Irish
man. | said laughing. 81 was born
there fifty years ago."
The man laughed.
You're a dry one," he said, tipping
his hat; '.you don't look to be 80"
'Tm glad Ludovic has taken a fam
cy to you," he said, sinking back in his
seat; sometimes he dislikes people,
and it's hard for us ALL"
/ looked at him in surprise. Mr..
Atkinson's WI to his employees at
the factory was peremptory in the ex-
treme, too much so, / had thought.
What had wrought this softnessP"
'Isn't what s-his-name a servantp'
Mr.. Atkinson started, as if afraid
that some one would bes2 him. ''Oh,
we don't talk of him that way. He's
the butler, you know. He does pretty
much what he pleases, though. Some
times he wants to drive, and of course
/ let him. Mrs. Atkinson imported
him. He is very expensive, but he
keeps US up to the mark, you know,
He knows everything that we dom,
know. Between ourselves, / wish
was dead. I'm not fit for this sort 0
thing. / nearly disgraced myself yes
terday, when we had Ex-Governor Jim
jams to dine with us, by asking fol
beer with the soup. Mary Ann-Mrs
Atkinson-would have tainted if Ludo
vic had Eot brought the sherry an,
pretended not to have understood me
Homel' MI. Atkinson called out, a
LudoT:c climbed on to the box.
"Ludovic seems to have taken a fan
cy to YOU" said my friend I'm gla'
he has. 1t would drive Mrs. AtkinsoI
intellectually mad-to have him leave
now that we're expecting Sir Boyl
Roche.n
Who's Sir Boyle RocheP"
.'Oh, q young Irish baronet who's
rents have been pre-empted by th